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She woke tangled in the sheets. Archie must have found them sometime in the night. He’d proved happily insatiable and thankfully quiet. Her body felt worn and loose. When he’d woken, she’d focused on the s*x, a safe choice. Focused on the sensation, having rebuilt her walls back in place.
Archie claimed only modest experience, but he found several unique and highly entertaining ways to drive her over the top and down into the shuddering rotor wash behind. She’d done her best to return the favor, including raiding the pantry for a monstrous slice of apple tart. She’d ended up with sauced apple in her hair and more down her front when she’d attacked him mid-forkful, but having him lave her clean with his tongue had been worth it.
Now the light streamed into the cabin.
It took only mom
